————The back mountain of the Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu stood with his sword sheathed, his golden hair flowing freely, exuding an air of aloofness. Murong Huai, standing beside him, was filled with shock. He closed his eyes, and the sacred and powerful sword technique seemed to reappear in his mind, leaving him with endless aftertaste and a sense of longing.
"Huai'er, this is the complete Ninefold Sacred Judgment Sword Technique. How do you feel about it?"
Murong Huai opened his eyes and sighed:
"Sacred, magnificent, powerful... yet concealing murderous intent, protection, and decisiveness. With a single sword strike, peace and tranquility are established, and the world is restored."
Upon hearing Murong Huai's assessment, Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction, and the longsword in his hand vanished as golden particles of light.
"Alright, before you start practicing this sword technique, you must first master the basics. The foundation is the basis of everything. If the foundation is not solid, even a hundred-meter-tall evergreen tree will be strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and will eventually collapse."
As he spoke, Qian Daoliu pointed a finger at a small peach tree, which transformed into two exquisite wooden swords, identical in size to Murong Huai's martial spirit. Both were two-handed swords, and one flew to Murong Huai's front.
"Come here, Huai'er, let me teach you the basic swordsmanship first," Qian Daoliu said, picking up another wooden sword.
Murong Huai nodded, gripped his sword with both hands, and stood behind Qian Daoliu. The latter assumed a standard sword-wielding stance.
"There are thirteen basic sword techniques: draw, guide, lift, parry, strike, stab, point, snap, stir, press, chop, intercept, and wash."
As he spoke, Qian Daoliu began to demonstrate thirteen basic sword moves. His movements were not fast, and Murong Huai followed behind him, learning the basic sword techniques.
"All sword techniques in the world are derived from these thirteen moves. Each move is the foundation of sword techniques."
As they spoke, Qian Daoliu led Murong Huai through a round of basic moves. Murong Huai had no experience in swordsmanship in his previous life, so his movements were clumsy and stiff.
Seeing this, Qian Daoliu didn't say anything, but patiently continued to guide Murong Huai through the practice again and again.
Murong Huai didn't know if it was because of his family's strong genes, or if he was simply a swordsmanship genius whose talents were wasted on work.
Although I was a little rusty at first, I quickly became skilled, and my moves started to show some flair.
Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction at this scene, and gradually increased the speed of his sword swings. Murong Huai was also able to keep up, and his sword movements became much smoother.
And so, Qian Daoliu led Murong Huai through the basic moves ten times in a row before stopping. Murong Huai learned very quickly, prompting Qian Daoliu to nod frequently.
"Hmm, Huai'er, you are indeed a good candidate for sword practice. Although these basic moves are not difficult, you were able to master them quickly in less than half an hour of practice. That's rare."
"The teacher is still the best." Murong Huai gave Qian Daoliu a small compliment.
"Haha, good, Huai'er, from now on, you need to practice these basic moves for at least one hour every day."
In addition, you can't neglect your physical fitness. Tomorrow, I will send two people to help you train your physical fitness so that you can quickly saturate your current soul power and then obtain your second soul ring.
After all, you've only just begun your cultivation. Suppressing your cultivation level for an extended period would only hold you back, and that would be counterproductive.
"I understand, teacher."
Murong Huai nodded, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said:
"Teacher, could you help me collect some things?"
"What is it?" Qian Daoliu looked at Murong Huai with great interest.
"Uh... it's that... whale glue." Murong Huai said, sounding a little embarrassed.
Upon hearing that Murong Huai wanted whale glue, Qian Daoliu was taken aback. He then realized what was happening and gave Murong Huai a strange look. Murong Huai, feeling uncomfortable under Qian Daoliu's gaze, quickly explained:
"Oh, teacher, please don't misunderstand. I want whale gelatin to improve my physical condition."
"Oh? Whale glue can improve physical fitness?" Qian Daoliu was a little puzzled, after all, whale glue had always been used for... well, you know.
"Yes, I learned about it by chance from a blind man. Whale glue produced in the deep sea has special effects. In addition to that, it can also temper the physique of a Soul Master. The longer the whale glue is aged, the better the effect."
"If a one-ring Soul Master consumes ten-thousand-year-old whale glue, then there's a very high chance their second Soul Ring will absorb a thousand-year-old one." Murong Huai explained the effects of whale glue to Qian Daoliu. After finishing, Murong Huai added...
"Besides, I'm only six years old, okay? What else can I do with that thing besides this?"
What can we expect from a six-year-old?
"What, a second-level ring for a thousand years? Does whale glue have this function?" Qian Daoliu was somewhat surprised and secretly wondered if whale glue really had such benefits.
"No, teacher, didn't you notice a significant improvement in your physical condition after using whale gel when you were young?"
Seeing that Qian Daoliu still seemed somewhat disbelieving, Murong Huai continued to inquire.
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu thought for a moment. He hadn't paid much attention to it, after all, he had always regarded whale glue as...
Bah! Bah! Bah! Qian Daoliu is a gentleman, and with his strength, he doesn't need that kind of thing at all!
However, it seems that his physical condition has indeed improved somewhat, after all, his... well, his friends all consume whale glue of a hundred or a thousand years, and none of them have consumed any of even older age.
Furthermore, if consuming whale jelly didn't improve his physique, it's uncertain whether Qian Xunji would have been able to escape that time. Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu coughed twice, feigning seriousness, and said:
"Ahem, I've heard others mention it, and it does seem to have some effect."
"Oh? You've heard of it? From whom?" Murong Huai asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu's mind raced, and after glancing at Murong Huai, he said:
"Ahem, the teacher heard it from the Third Master... uh, well, about that whale glue, the teacher will send someone to collect it."
Oh, right, I just remembered I still have some things to take care of at the Papal Palace, so I'll have to go now..."
After speaking, Qian Daoliu transformed into a streak of light and departed, leaving Murong Huai standing there in a daze. Murong Huai, having heard Qian Daoliu's words, stroked his chin thoughtfully and said:
"Three offerings? ...That's Grandpa's, I didn't know he used them when he was young."
Murong Huai couldn't help but laugh at this thought, then suddenly paused, "Then is Father also...?"
Far away in his bed at the Murong residence, Murong Fuhai suddenly sneezed.
"Oops, what's going on? Is the weather getting colder?" Murong Fuhai wrapped the blanket around himself, holding the delicate body in his arms.
"I guess I was too rough last night. I'll soak more goji berries tonight..."
On the back mountain of Martial Soul, just as Murong Huai was lost in thought, a cool breeze blew by, causing him to shiver. Looking around, he realized what was happening and quickly shouted towards the direction of the Papal Palace:
"Teacher, you forgot me! I haven't left yet, and I don't know the way!"
w(ﾟДﾟ)w!
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